I heard a poem being read on NPR the other day. I thought it was so lovely and wanted to share it with you.
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It’s in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
I find it fascinating how we each see things differently. Where one might see leaves falling and think the leaves are saying “NO” as they fall, another might think the leaves are dancing.
What do you think of when you see the leaves falling?